Dream journal 13
A retail space I recognize from a nearby mall has become a giant cellphone emporium, and I'm shopping with others for a new phone. I drift off by myself and am looking behind a door where I'm not supposed to be--looking for architectural salvage stuff. One of the salesmen pushes by me just rudely enough to let me know he's paying attention. Somehow we're gone from there and now behind a chain link fence, on the banks of a shallow creek, in my childhood neighborhood. The neighborhood is recognizable though the creek is out of place. A woman with a child approaches, carrying a canoe. It seems impossible that she'll be able to squeeze around the fence with the canoe, but she does, and sets it in the creek and begins rowing. Neither she no the child says anything but she seems to be looking at me the entire time. I take it as a kind of warning, but I don't know of what. Then I am trying to get to my car, which is parked on a sandy road to which I am used to being able to access at any time. For some reason I think this is in San Francisco, but upon waking I can't see why. The road definitely feels familiar though. The gate in the fence I am used to walking through has been patched with that temporary orange plastic webbing. I tear the webbing down and continue on.